🖤 This is not one story It is something I learned from life Some things are not mine to hold Nothing to prove Nothing to carry💜 🧸🎁🧸🎁🧸🎁🧸🎁🧸🎁🧸🎁🧸🎁 You learned a cleaner language For disappearing Called it peace Called it growth Called it finally being free Silence became self-respect Distance became maturity And anybody who noticed Was asking too much Apparently That's clever Turn withdrawal into wisdom And nobody gets to complain You never have to say "I don't value this" You just give the absence A prettier name But there's something You forgot While you were learning How little you owe Warmth is voluntary too And mine Can go You wanted nothing expected Nothing asked Nothing owed You wanted all the freedom Of knowing I'd still be close So I gave you what you wanted No demand No argument No scene Nothing left for you to answer Nothing left Of me See, certainty does something Strange to people They stop protecting What they think Will always stay Attention becomes furniture Kindness becomes background Something noticed Only after Someone takes it away You didn't have to reach for it It arrived You didn't have to maintain it It survived Until one day I understood the arrangement You were free to disappear And I was supposed To remain That's not peace That's asymmetry With better vocabulary You called your silence freedom So I gave mine The same dignity You wanted nothing expected Nothing asked Nothing owed You wanted all the freedom Of knowing I'd still be close So I gave you what you wanted No demand No argument No scene Nothing left for you to answer Nothing left Of me Then something changes Not loudly That's the part People misunderstand There is no punishment No revenge No carefully constructed plan The hand just stops reaching The eyes stop looking For a sign The warmth that used to find you Starts finding Somewhere else to shine And suddenly Silence feels different When you're not the one Choosing it Distance feels heavier When someone else Stops crossing it That's when the mind Starts counting backward What happened? When? Which sentence? Which silence? Which moment Changed the temperature? You reread yourself Through somebody else's absence Looking for the exact place Where certainty Became carelessness Because loss does something Presence never could It makes invisible value Visible Maybe you thought warmth Had no memory Maybe you thought kindness Had no edge Maybe because I gave it freely You mistook freely For endless Those are not The same thing I never asked to own you Never asked you To become mine Never asked you To explain every silence Or account For all your time I only noticed When reciprocity disappeared And once I saw it I couldn't Unsee it You wanted nothing expected Nothing asked Nothing owed You wanted peace Without the pressure You wanted distance Without the loss So I gave you Nothing to carry No anger No demand No blame But don't confuse My disappearing With me playing The same game You taught me Silence can be chosen You taught me Distance can be peace I simply learned The lesson too well And stopped making Myself easy to keep Now the night looks softer Funny how that happens Stars come out When something disappears But I don't read constellations For the words You wouldn't give me I don't turn beautiful pictures Into things I need to hear If you want silence Have silence If you want distance Have space But you don't get to choose Your freedom And still decide That I remain You said Choose your peace So I did You said Follow your path So I moved You said Stop living To please everyone I heard you The only part You didn't account for Was that one day I might apply Your philosophy To you Santi Flores
